Anne

He kidnapped me in St Sylvester night, the day when I became 18 years old. Because I was born on january the first of 1980.

I was with some friends of the faculty in an old nightclub located in the old industrial area of the town. It was club a bit seedy ( normally a striptease club ) but this night there was some good music. We had danced a lot. We boozed too. I felt shattered and it went to my head: too much orange-vodka and the joint we smoked (the first time for me !). And my feet hurt. I had decided to borrow high heels from my mother ( I very like my legs in high heels, it arouses the boys especially with the Dim-Up I borrowed also and the red silk dress of which I had unpicked the lining )

I went out into the open air, to breath a little fresh air. It was cold. It was drizzling. I took a cigarette in my purse and I lit it.

The cold sobered me up and I thought about Caroline, an older friend in the last year of master.

She took me towards the stage, leaving the boys playing their stupide games, their meters of tequilla, and we danced together catching every one's eyes. I was a bit ashamed, but helped on by the alcohol, I let myself into Caroline's arms.

I was alone outside. The bouncer try to pick me up then he came back into the club to sort out some problems. A gust made me shiver inside my little silk dress. I drew on my cigarette and I went back in the warmth...

Somebody clutched my breast, pulled me back, crushed something wet on my nose and on my mouth.

A sickly smell went to my head. I was softly struggling, losing consciousness little by little. Strangely I can still see my boa and my red purse on the pavement and my cigarette endlessly falling down, drawing in the cold night a red streak.

They are my last memories of that St Sylvester night, of that first night of january 1998, of that night of my 18, my lastnight of freedom.

...And I drove you to my home"

" Downstairs, in this hidden basement, I completely undressed you"

"At a certain moment you woke up. I put you on sleep again"

When I asked Master why he cut my hair, he told me it was a question of hygien. " Your long hair would take too much time to dry in the plastic bag. You'ld catch cold or some mycosis"

Master did not speak anymore. What he has done, I discovered it myself... Later.

Later...

I'm going to try to describe the sensations during these first moments of my captivity.

Writing my fears, the total ignorance of what it happened to me, of what He was going to do with me. I thought that I was been abducted by a simple kidnapper, for a ransom, to be raped, to be killed.

It's very hard for me to forget all I learned and made. And difficult for me to explain all the things new for me (as a dildo or kneeling in front of the Master).

During my training time, I especially remember the darkness where I was permanently and the silence of my dungeon just disturbed by the noise of the air heathing. Because I never be cold, as naked I was. In fact, I have never suffered. Except when he punished me when I have commited a misdeed. But I can't call it pain when the punishment is just. There was also that tape dispelling the silence during half an hour perhaps, one hour, I don't know. He was reading (it was probably Master who had recorded His voice) novels, chapter after chapter. Slaves stories, captives stories. As the ones taking place in the planet Gor. Or the story of this woman named O. Or the story of a kidnapped top-model.

I don't know the time I passed in the dungeon, the time taken by my training. I just know that, when finally I have implored Master to take me as a slave, when He agreed, my hair has grown again.

It's difficult for me to speak about Master as a simple abductor. Yes Master ravished me... and delighted me. But in the first time I did not know who he was. It's right that at first I was thinking that a madman, a pervert, had kidnapped me.So you have to pardon my mistakes in the writing. In the beginning he is the abductor. But he was going to be my Master. My mind, the love I am always feeling for him, can betray my writing and unconsciously alter my memories.

But I stop the digression and let my memory speak...

Later...

I woke up with a start as if I was going out from a nightmare and with a noise of crumpled plastic.

I was warm, I was bathed in sweat, I needed the loo and I wanted to push away the quilt. There was also father's electric shaver humming in the room beside.

They were my first sensations, nearly followed by many others rushing in my mind. All my senses were sendind messages to my mind clouded by... I had been drugged !

I could not push away the quilt because it was not a quilt. The electric shaver was stuck in my pussy and of course, it was not an electric shaver. And that was pressing on my vesica. I needed to do a big job but it was a not a poo dilating my anus. My waist was hugged by... a belt, going between my thighs and between my buttocks. Not a string, it was harder. Also something was spreading my jaws, filling my mouth, pushing my tongue. I had something on my eyes preventing me from seeing. To tell my coming to seems to be confused but I discovered all that things in just some seconds. I did not realize what it happened to me. Not yet.

My hands touched my thighs. I had some material on my hands, gloves. Net or lace. My legs closed were dressed so: stockings. I felt their softness and the elastic restraining the upper part of my thighs.

And on the plastic inside I was packed !

I tried to move, to sit up, to turn over...

I landed on something that grated oscillating... a mesh-springing. I gropped around with my gloved hands through the plastic. Yes. It was a large meshed springing.

Plastic ! I was going to die of suffocation !

I started calling for help, yelling, screaming. Somebody grumbled in my ears. Was it somebody ? It was myself making these noises of an animal caugh in a trap. Me, with my mouth wide-opened by the thing I had inside.

I started sobbing, sniffing.

Then a wisp of air slipped over the skin of my head. The bag was not really airtight. I felt hopeful again and always sniffing, I wriggled to place my nose near the hole...

The skin of my head ? Suddenly I realized that I had no more hair. That I had been cropped.

I anew started crying softly.

The shaver was always vibrating. It was not a shaver and I remembered that thing the boys had brought in school. How did they call it ? Anyway. It was big, it was in my pussy and it dilated it nearly painfully. And it was vibrating. My womb was floatting on a sort of excitation, like when I was on my father's bike. With the so narrow saddle. And what about the thing I got in my bottom... I tried to push out it but I just broke wind. That rumbled and stinked out the air in the bag.

I started again moving, attempting to turn over but the bag was probably tied to the bed because it resisted my effort.

Not me. Because, exhausted, I fell down in a comatose sleep.

Without brutality but firmly, Master came me out of the bag and turn me over my stomach. He slipped something around my neck ( a collar ?) and bound my wrists. The situation was dreadful: I was blind, gagged, my arms tied in my back, at the kidnapper's mercy.

He put my feet in shoes, sandals and made me sit on the bed. I moaned when all that things I had into my holes stuck in more. No mant time. A metallic clank under my cheek then a traction on my collar made me up and I must follow the leash and... my abductor...

He probably hung the leash then he let me here, standing and naked, to make I did not know what.

I was waiting for, trembling. I was waiting for the follow-up. Closing my legs because I had a sudden urge to go to the toilet. And the "things" stuck in my bottom and my pussy made worse the urge.

Then there was a big "puf" and the darkness under my mask cleared a bit. He had switched on spotlight and I could feel their heath on my naked skin.

"Lesson 1" he told. It was my kidnapper'voice. His voice. The first time I could hear him. He did not pronounce any more word. Then he taped inside my thighs. I hoped to escape what it was more awkward than painful. He stopped suddenly. Lesson one? What did he want to say ?

Then he began to photograph me. A motorized camera as in the TV serials. I did not see him but I could make out him, turning around me.

In front, behind, between my legs, taking pictures of the thing restraining my womb and my waist.

I felt his hand on me, on the belt. A constraint disappeared and the thing in my pussy slipped a bit.... I gave a little cry.

I was worn out. Suddenly I loosen my vesice and I emptied in front of him, splashing my feet, my legs, my thighs. I heard him swearing.

Not many time. Because he unleashed me and he threw me on my knees. "Misdeed" he screamed, forcing my head down until it bath in the pee puddle. I groaned, it smelled the pee, my pee and I tried to lift up my head, to escape from his iron hand.

"Punished misdeed, half-forgiven misdeed" he stated learnedly, caressing my leather-harnessed and shaven head.

He helped back up me and I felt the leash becoming taut. Again I followed him. Just a few steps. During sometimes, he was not here and I waited, standing, sobbing with my buttocks on fire.

His hands on my waist made me jump and I heard a click. The thing in me began to slip out. Slowly. I thought that it was going to turn inside out my womb. I started to moan while I thought that it would finish never.

He held me with a firm hand put on my womb and continued to take off meters and meters. Finally, with a moist and flabby noise, the thing spurted out from me and I screamed.

I was shaking all over while he untied my hands to padlock them in front of me and push me towards a wall where I made me lean against. He made something with my legs because there were wide opened, to the point of the pain. Then he started to remove the thing I had in my anus. If the thing ahead was difficult to get out, the one's inside my bottom was worse.

He obliged me to turn back it was hard with the bar betwen my legs. But he helped me and made me sit on something cold and hollow befor he bound my wrist, above my head. A pan. I was sat on a toilet... I heard him firing a cigarette. He was here, he was waiting for...

That I relieve myself.. In front of him... My ears, my checks flushed, and, to my great shame, I could not myself in...

I had always my legs spread open by the rod , my wrists were bound but the warm water relaxed me.

He stood me up and he scrubbed me with a sponge. I smelt the odor of the shampoo, I was quivering, I tried to escape from his touching that did not forget any parts of my body.

The He removed the gag. My mouth started to shake, I could not close it. I wanted to speak, to implore but he screwed one of my nipples. I was insistent, he screwed the other nipple. "Be silent". I obeyed.

Suddenly the smell drove me wild. An odour of hot pizza. I realized that I was ravenous. I wriggled in my bonds and I snapped up the slice of pizza He was giving me.

He drugged me. As He will do every days after each lesson, after, each toilet, after each meal.


			...I took off your dress...

			...I gagged you and I bound you with tape.